The dragon looks at me with narrowed eyes,
It’s fiery breath towards me flies.
Just in time I shield myself, or I would have been aflame,
Treating a dragon with a cold, is no easy game…
Prompts:
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Microfiction: Decision
I watched as the kid reached the point of divergence.
Now he had to choose between the two roads, the same as I did when I was his age.
One road led to a peaceful bright path, aiding people by healing their traumas, a life that definitely lead to heaven’s door.
The second road led down a bloody path, full of violence, aiding some people by decimating others; a definite path to the gates of hell.
I was pleased with the choice he made, it gave me reason to draw my weapons again…
Word Count: 93
Prompt:
Flash Fiction: Horse Lords
I followed my professor to the last stop of our tour, the purpose of which was to educate us about our history.
He stood with his back to the ginormous horse-head statues and cleared his throat, indicating the need for silence.
“We come to the end of our trip around the country, at the statues that pay homage to beginning of our country, the reason we breathe free air, our two horse lords that aided us in the freedom struggle.”
I raised my hand and fired a quick question at the professor – “Sir, if we are indeed paying homage to something so significant, why did we only put up their heads, should we not have constructed the entire body of our lords?”
My question left the professor scratching his bald head, pondering over the answer and my classmates with a funny, if not fun end to the boring tour…
Word Count: 150
Prompts:
Sunday Photo Fiction – November 11, 2018
Pssst..Why not try your hand at my challenge: The Wacky Weekend Challenge
It will be fun! 🙂
Flash Fiction: Cpt. Pike
While watching his grand daughter throwing a tantrum, grandpa Pike realised that the little girl needed some roving.
All dressed up in her winter clothes, which still hung loose from her tiny body, Pike took her on a walk, accompanied by a story.
“No grandpa, tell me a story I have not heard, something new.”
“Well little one, this very street we are walking on, has a special story, a war time story – the story of Captain Pike…”
Right now, at this moment and in this place, Pike and the girl were invisible, lost in the tales of the past…
Prompts:
FOWC with Fandango — Tantrum
Flash Fiction: Peace and Quiet
Is some peace and quiet too much to ask for?
My colleagues, my family, my friends, jabbering all day.
I needed a change.
So, I decided to visit the museum to escape the rumpus.
Alas, it’s the Grand Opening of the Musical Section today…
Word Count: 44
Prompts:
Friday Fictioneers 26 OCTOBER 2018
Patricia’s Place “In Other Words, change”
Weekend Writing Prompt “Rumpus”
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
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